In the Name of the Queen

Just as Roland was thinking about how to explain in detail, Sif nodded calmly, "When are we leaving? Are we leaving tonight?"

The thousands of words Roland had prepared to explain were completely swallowed up by this sentence.

The absolute trust echoed in the innocent smile is particularly heartwarming, but also heavy.

Although there was no need to explain, since he was prepared, Roland still explained the reason to Sif.

It can be seen from the attitude of William and others that the cabinet ministers have been defeated by Sif several times.

Their attitude towards Sif is quietly changing.

Mature politicians hate the uncertain X factor.

They like stability and controllable risks.

If Sif stays in the imperial capital for a few more months and waits for the initial formation of the Knights next spring before leaving, the cabinet ministers may suffer a collective cerebral hemorrhage.

No one wants to suffer a cerebral hemorrhage, so they will definitely find ways to restrict Sif or even solve the problem at the source.

Leave as soon as possible before we get tired of each other.

The sooner they go overseas, the more time they have left.

The queen went overseas to investigate her father's whereabouts, and the ministers were tossing around in the imperial capital according to their own ideas. Both sides felt that they had lost.

It's a win-win.

"Don't they object?" Sif was worried.

With the assistance of [Insight], she could clearly feel that the patience of William and others was running out.

"As long as you are willing to delegate power to them, they have no reason to refuse." Roland said calmly.

Sif's brain was working rapidly, recalling Roland's words.

Roland was right, as evidenced by the subtle changes in the ministers' attitudes.

They need obedient puppets, not people who are on the road to creating surprises every day.

Leave as soon as possible before the honeymoon period of the new king's accession to the throne and the harmonious relationship between the king and his ministers is over.

If the specific time

Roland's expression was very calm, "Let's go after attending the banquet for foreign envoys the day after tomorrow. We have a ready reason to go to the Port of Duval to inquire about the investigation of the attack."

He originally planned to take Alina's ticket to get on the ship, but now the situation has changed and it's Alina's turn to get on his ship.

Since we can't leave secretly, we might as well go out to sea openly.

Her Majesty the Queen is inspecting her territory to investigate the cause of the death of the late Emperor. Whoever comes to stop her is trying to rebel?

Of course, the imperial capital is busy with affairs, so the cabinet ministers have to work hard.

Everyone gets what they want.

Whether Sif can get the bargaining chip to participate in the imperial power competition depends on how she operates in the three overseas provinces.

Perhaps in the eyes of the cabinet ministers, the wild lands of the three provinces cannot make any waves. But in Roland's view, the three overseas provinces are just a springboard, and the vast continent of Rodinia has unlimited prospects.

The three provinces counterattacked the imperial capital with an egg against a stone. When they gather the power of the mainland and return to the imperial capital, that is the return of the king.

Everyone has a written script in mind, and then it depends on how the actors perform it.

But no matter how well-written the script is, it can't compete with surprise.

Just like Roland never imagined that Captain Alina would capsize, the cabinet ministers certainly never imagined that Sif, a silly, sweet and sweet girl before she succeeded to the throne, would become a headache for them.

No matter how good the main plan is, there must be a backup plan.

As long as there are enough plans, the negative impact of having a black face can be offset to the greatest extent.

Roland's plan A was to go to sea openly, and plan B was of course to sneak across the sea.

Smuggling can be divided into secret departures on warships and concealment of identities on civilian ships.

For various situations, supplementary plans are specified with the magic mirror and Sif playing the role of the queen and the earl respectively.

At the same time, he also designed a hidden identity for Sif.

The attitude of cabinet ministers ranged from tacit approval to public approval to complete disapproval.

Complete disapproval can be divided into two categories: impeachment and arresting the queen back to the imperial capital.

Roland drew up at least ten plans based on various situations.

With such perfect preparations, it would be fine even if he takes the King of Bad Luck with him to sea.

After hearing all of Roland's plans, Sif suggested opening a bottle of Milanese champagne to get some luck.

Roland politely declined, but Sif firmly opposed.

Her reason is simple.

"Today is a good day, and the champagne for good luck is indispensable."

A caged bird looking up to the sky and a dormant dragon entering the sea are indeed good omens.

open!

Considering that Milan Champagne was a good sign in this world, and Sif was resolute, Roland did not spoil the fun and shared delicious food and wine with her.

After eating and drinking, it's already night.

Roland thought that someone was waiting for him to come home, so he quickly said goodbye and left.

Just as he was about to leave, Sif stopped him, took out the prepared gift box, and handed it to Roland.

"Your pocket watch was damaged in the previous battle, so I asked someone to customize it for you. Don't refuse, you need to accurately grasp the time."

"It's rude to refuse a kind gift from a lady."

Looking at the exquisitely carved patterns, exquisite workmanship and white rose pattern full of elegant artistic atmosphere, Roland knew that this was a product specially supplied to the royal family.

Since Sif said so, he would naturally not refuse.

Put the pocket watch in the left pocket of your coat and the watch will beat with your heart. This is indeed a good gift.

Watching Roland leave, Sif's lips were full of smiles and her eyes gradually softened.

Roland was so busy that she actually forgot what day it was. Fortunately, she paid attention when looking through the Knights' files.

Don't tell him, let him guess for himself.

Back home, Roland looked at Lisa who was humming and busy in the kitchen, and suddenly felt a little emotional.

The new home on Belfa Street is not big, and it is not even a small house compared to the Earl's Mansion, but it is the home in Lisa's heart.

Looking at the clean and tidy furniture and floors, and listening to the "beep" sound of the burning wood in the fireplace, Roland suddenly felt that such a small home was also very warm.

But he knew very well that this warmth was false.

This is a harbor for the soul to take a vacation, not a real safe haven.

Although the cabinet and Sif are now on good terms, they will not be polite when the imperial power is completely hollowed out.

If you race against time, you can't stay in the harbor.

When Lisa put the last dish on the table, Roland looked at her with some curiosity and asked with a smile:

"What day is today? It's so rich?"

"Guess." Lisa smiled and looked at Roland with her cheek in her hand.

"First eliminate the wrong answer, your birthday." Roland said half-jokingly.

Lisa felt the heat radiating from the fire gem on her chest, and lowered her head slightly, just in time to see the gem hidden in her white skin, illuminated by the candlelight, and particularly beautiful.

This is the gift Roland gave her, and it is also the best birthday gift.

"Did you really forget?" Lisa reminded softly.

"Sorry, I've been a little busy recently, and I really forgot this time. Is it an important day for you?"

"Of course it's important, even more important than my birthday." Lisa said softly.

Roland was a little confused. Is there anything more important than Lisa's birthday?

It shouldn't be her parents' birthdays, they rarely celebrate their birthdays, and they are all in summer. It must not be their memorial day, they died in spring.

Just when Roland racked his brains and even began to think wildly, Lisa asked softly:

"You must have encountered a lot of troubles on this trip to Port Dowall."

"A little, but it's been solved." Roland said with a smile.

"You have been very busy and tired recently, do you want to take a leave and rest for a while?" Lisa's eyes were full of concern.

"I am a little tired, but who isn't tired? You have to come back to cook and clean the house after work every day. You work harder than me."

"Thank you, but I don't work as hard as you."

Lisa sighed softly: "At least I won't forget my brother's birthday."

"My. Birthday?" Roland was stunned for several seconds before he reacted.

Today is his nineteenth birthday.

Nineteen years old is really a delicate age.

He is still young, he is nineteen years old.

He is old, he is nineteen years old.

Before crossing over, he was nineteen years old, sitting in the university classroom with high spirits, fighting with countless books and brain-burning courses that were compiled from the wisdom of countless sages.

After crossing over, he was nineteen years old, wearing the uniform of the leader of the Knights, and he was going to fight with the top politicians in this world.

It's hard to say which battle is more difficult, but the latter obviously has a lower tolerance rate.

After all, if you fail the exam, you can still take a make-up exam, but if you fail the political game, it's all over.

At least before crossing over, he wouldn't be so busy that he forgot his birthday. Every birthday, he would go out for dinner with his foster fathers and adopted sons who shared the same dormitory.

"Hey, did you really forget?" Lisa thought Roland was playing dumb, but he was serious.

"Sorry." Roland smiled to hide his feelings, and instantly understood what gift Sif had given him.

"It's your birthday, no need to say sorry." Lisa's eyes gradually softened.

"I'm not saying sorry for your birthday, but because we're leaving here soon." Roland took the opportunity to change the subject.

"Ah, moving again? Isn't this place nice?"

Lisa's eyes slowly drifted across every corner of the room, her mood was obviously a little depressed, and even her voice was a little lonely.

Although the furniture was given by the queen, she was responsible for everything from placement to tidying up.

It was tiring to organize the two-story room, but she had no complaints when she thought that the spacious and bright room could make Roland happy.

Are you leaving not long after moving in?

"Did the queen give you a new mansion? But I like it here better." Lisa sighed softly.

"No, it's leaving the imperial capital."

Since the plan was about to start, Roland no longer concealed it and explained the plan to Lisa in general, and also told Lisa the true identity of Sif.

Lisa's pupils suddenly shrank, and she murmured: "I always feel that she is more elegant than the cold queen. It seems that it is not an illusion."

Thinking that Roland had really found a big thigh this time, she was sincerely happy for Roland.

But she soon thought of her embarrassing situation, and her smile froze on her face again.

Roland didn't know what she was thinking, and thought she was reluctant to give up the good life in the imperial capital, so he smiled and explained, "Sister, the sun is bright overseas, the scenery is better, you will like it."

"You are right, I will definitely like it. Come and see my birthday gift for you."

Lisa didn't want to pass on her bad mood to Roland, so she smiled and took out the gift box from under the table and held it to Roland with both hands.

Roland took the box carefully, and the beautiful silver flip pocket watch lay there quietly.

"This is a mechanical pocket watch made in my hometown. I saw that the iron pocket watch you used before was broken, so I ordered a new one for you. You are now the leader of the Knights, a person of status, and this pocket watch is just right."

Mechanical watches of this era have not evolved to the point where they can be worn on the wrist. High-quality pocket watches are often luxury goods that only nobles and wealthy merchants can afford, and have not yet entered thousands of households.

With Roland's status, a mere pocket watch is naturally not a problem.

He has one in his jacket pocket.

Sif stuffed it into his hand.

Sif's pocket watch is more noble than Lisa's. The exquisite workmanship of the shell is worth a lot of money. With the white rose logo representing the Sussex royal family, it is worth a lot of money in the market.

Lisa's pocket watch is not so expensive, but it is custom-made.

On the back of the pocket watch is a scene of two young people reading together under the candlelight.

Although it is a side view and the face is covered by the hair, there is no doubt that it is Roland and Lisa.

When Roland didn't know much, it was Lisa who read books to him.

Fortunately, his shirt has two pockets, which is very suitable for two pocket watches.

Roland put away the pocket watch, looked sincere, and whispered: "Thank you, this pocket watch reminds me of many warm memories. It is the best birthday gift I received today."

He didn't lie. Sif didn't say it was a birthday gift when she gave him the pocket watch.

Putting the pocket watch in the right pocket of the shirt, buttoning it, Roland picked up the knife and fork and started fighting with the steak.

Lisa also picked up the knife and fork, and her eyes fell on Roland's shirt pocket.

Looking at the slightly bulging right chest, she thought about the distance between the pocket watch and the heartbeat.

It seems a bit far.

She turned her eyes to Roland's left chest. It turned out that there was a pocket here.

Just when she was about to remind Roland to put the pocket watch in this pocket, she suddenly found that this pocket was also bulging.

Thinking that Roland smelled of alcohol, Lisa suddenly realized.

The knife and fork stopped in the air, and fell into the plate with a "ding" sound, and the sauce splashed.

"Sorry, my hand slipped."

Lisa bowed her head slightly.

Although she silently accepted Roland's arrangement and decided to help Roland pursue Sif, she still felt a little bitter when she saw Sif getting closer to Roland's heart.

Alas, I shouldn't squeeze so much lemon juice when cooking next time.

I thought Sif was an earl, but I didn't expect her to be the queen. This is simply

Wait, the queen? !

Although the husband of the queen is a prince, for the queen's dignity, he can only have one wife, and even cannot have an open lover.

Is she going to be an underground lover for life, and even her child has to be fostered in Sif's place?

Such a sad prospect made Lisa's eyes slightly dark.

The knife and fork fell into the plate again, making a crisp sound.

Roland looked up at Lisa and asked softly: "Sister, are you worried?"

"No."

"You blinked." Roland directly exposed.

Lisa bit her lip and widened her eyes.

"Don't ask about girls' worries casually. I still have to clean up after dinner!"

"Yes, sister Lisa!"

Roland responded with exaggerated movements, and his soft voice lingered in Lisa's ears.

"If it's just a worry, I won't ask. Be sure to tell me if you encounter any trouble."

"Got it, eat quickly, it will be cold later."

Lisa lowered her head slightly, and the goose liver on the tip of the fork melted in her mouth, and a little melancholy disappeared with the sweet taste from the taste buds on the tip of her tongue.

All the beauty in the world may be false, but only food will not let people down.

Perhaps this is the source of the chef's extraordinary power.

Now that things have come to this, let's eat first.